a bird in flight that leaves no trace – the touch of knowing does not grab, but leaves things as they are traceless bird – to know you, & leave you as you are Source “Like a bird in flight that leaves no trace, the touch of knowing does not grab but leaves things as […]
the ocean – here a response to Haiku Horizon’s prompt – Ocean and with total respect to and in awe of Toni Child’s Where’s the Ocean?
… for being able to appreciate the wonder and mystery of the universe in the face of a dandelion.
the old ones sing of long ago now – as the ash and embers of our fire thread their way to sky and stars now – I am earthbound and of the heavens the old ones sing now – In 2008 I attended a Women’s conference. The keynote and many activities were provided by the […]
trans•per•son•al (trænsˈpɜr sə nl) 1. extending beyond or transcending the personal. My hand is stiff and clammy from gripping the phone. I take a deep breath & I wonder, ‘what is like to be her?’ 2. being or involving an altered state of consciousness. That afternoon, sitting on the front step beside an empty tab of Panadeine Forte & the dregs of a beer I feel the gut punch of her rage, loneliness, & fear. From miles & years away I hear her voice, quiet and calm like I have never known her to be: […]
1. at the heart of our solar system, a yellow dwarf star, a hot ball of glowing gases 2. its gravity holds the solar system together – keeping everything from the biggest planets to the smallest particles of debris in its orbit 3. the sun orbits the center of the milky way galaxy, bringing the planets, […]
through closed lids: molten gold – sunkissed bouncing off Melinda J. Irvine’s sunlight
We are walking in the forest. It is cold and softly raining, but we are well dressed for the weather and the dense canopy above reduces that gentle rain to a fine mist. I am feeling happy and carefree, I want to skip and jump. You seem contemplative, quiet. After a few minutes we settle […]
Inside that impenetrable entanglement of thorned roses – a dragon dreaming. Within that keep – my great claws flex. It’s no haiku but inspired by haiku horizons prompt castle
falling rain. frog sings — in my remembering. almost forgotten: the frog cacophony.